So I'm definitely at a crossroads right now in my life. I pretty much have three fulltime(-ish) jobs coming at me, so it should be an interesting shift in my life, depending on which (if any) I take. More on that as they happen...
Speaking of jobs...
a) Fringe is, as Gage put it tonight, "like tying my dick in a knot and then getting a hard-on". Yeah. Ok, no seriously, it actually is going really well considering how bad it could have been. The basic problem is that the folks in charge of the festival did a piss-poor job of communicating the information from the performers to the venues, and vice-versa. So basically everyone came in with the assumption that all of their technical needs on their riders had been met, when we had never seen any of it, nor could provide them what they needed. (You know, minor things...like an LCD projector, or a safe place for them to rig their trapeze...) And on the flip side, they had to do a lot of last minute changes as our light plot and sound system specs hadn't ever been passed on to them. But, the good thing is that all of the performers were really patient and understanding, and that will always make a show seem 10 times better than what it might have been. And it has been a lot of fun, other than the fact that they totally overworked us (today is the first day we didn't do 15+ hours...and only the second day I've been home in the last 5...) and didn't pay enough. But yeah, it's about over now...
b.) I'm now officially the "associate promoter" for Club Midnight. Rock on.
So anyways, this weekend me and Corrie go back to Roanoke for Dana & Laura's wedding. Awesome. I'm thinking we'll hang out with some folks on Friday night, so if you're reading this, yeah, I'm gonna not be antisocial this time...BUT...if you are reading this (and I know who does and doesn't then fucking call ME this time to limit my phone fiascos on the drive home, lol...or just watch the blog and I'll tell you where I'm meeting up with people.)
I had a kind of irritating convo with my mom today. So, basically, I mentioned to her the other day - finally - that I had dyed my hair hot pink since I would be home soon and they would have to know. Well, in the meantime, one of these jobs I'm applying for is with a big church up in Springfield, so she told me I should redye my hair for the interview and I said no. Ok, now, for those of you who know me well, you know these things: a) I am indeed a Christian, though I'm not one to beat people over the head with my beliefs as I've been on the other side of it and know how that feels like; b) I've had issues in the past where I've gone to churches and not been accepted because of my appearance or the lifestyle I lead (apparently being in the entertainment industry is a sin?); and c.) that I'm pretty damn sure that God doesn't have an issue with my pink hair or my career choice, so who the hell are you to judge me? Anyways, the way I look at it is, my pink hair will be a really good indication of the kind of people that are at this place...if they're cool about it, or at the very least, are respectful about my choice and politely ask if I would consider changing my hair, then that's a good sign...if they flip out and tell me in any arrogant way that it's not acceptable, then that's not a place I need to be. Because, honestly, I can understand why a business would want to ask me to have a professional appearance, and if they're respectful about it, I would actually not have a problem doing something normal again. So we'll see...
Speaking of jobs...
a) Fringe is, as Gage put it tonight, "like tying my dick in a knot and then getting a hard-on". Yeah. Ok, no seriously, it actually is going really well considering how bad it could have been. The basic problem is that the folks in charge of the festival did a piss-poor job of communicating the information from the performers to the venues, and vice-versa. So basically everyone came in with the assumption that all of their technical needs on their riders had been met, when we had never seen any of it, nor could provide them what they needed. (You know, minor things...like an LCD projector, or a safe place for them to rig their trapeze...) And on the flip side, they had to do a lot of last minute changes as our light plot and sound system specs hadn't ever been passed on to them. But, the good thing is that all of the performers were really patient and understanding, and that will always make a show seem 10 times better than what it might have been. And it has been a lot of fun, other than the fact that they totally overworked us (today is the first day we didn't do 15+ hours...and only the second day I've been home in the last 5...) and didn't pay enough. But yeah, it's about over now...
b.) I'm now officially the "associate promoter" for Club Midnight. Rock on.
So anyways, this weekend me and Corrie go back to Roanoke for Dana & Laura's wedding. Awesome. I'm thinking we'll hang out with some folks on Friday night, so if you're reading this, yeah, I'm gonna not be antisocial this time...BUT...if you are reading this (and I know who does and doesn't then fucking call ME this time to limit my phone fiascos on the drive home, lol...or just watch the blog and I'll tell you where I'm meeting up with people.)
I had a kind of irritating convo with my mom today. So, basically, I mentioned to her the other day - finally - that I had dyed my hair hot pink since I would be home soon and they would have to know. Well, in the meantime, one of these jobs I'm applying for is with a big church up in Springfield, so she told me I should redye my hair for the interview and I said no. Ok, now, for those of you who know me well, you know these things: a) I am indeed a Christian, though I'm not one to beat people over the head with my beliefs as I've been on the other side of it and know how that feels like; b) I've had issues in the past where I've gone to churches and not been accepted because of my appearance or the lifestyle I lead (apparently being in the entertainment industry is a sin?); and c.) that I'm pretty damn sure that God doesn't have an issue with my pink hair or my career choice, so who the hell are you to judge me? Anyways, the way I look at it is, my pink hair will be a really good indication of the kind of people that are at this place...if they're cool about it, or at the very least, are respectful about my choice and politely ask if I would consider changing my hair, then that's a good sign...if they flip out and tell me in any arrogant way that it's not acceptable, then that's not a place I need to be. Because, honestly, I can understand why a business would want to ask me to have a professional appearance, and if they're respectful about it, I would actually not have a problem doing something normal again. So we'll see...
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